#forgive me ink

[sonicranger1]

As is tradition for me I have once again either forgotten or have nothing done for one of my favorites birthdays

The victim this time being Ink

[asoftepiloguemylove]

I AM NOT BEAUTIFUL BUT I COULD BE

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[felidaefatigue]

We find no rest for our weary bones unless we cling to the word of grace.

[inkbybambi]

Jfc this post but reader DOES make it out eventually...because of Shadow Company's efforts. It's not even a question of whether or not reader joins them, it's a question of when. Cause we all know Phillip 'Kiss the Homies Goodnight' Graves would NEVER leave one of his Shadows behind.

kiss the homies good night i’m screaming you’re so right he loves those shadows so much

(also noting that reader doesn’t necessarily have to be in the military if you don’t want !!)

somehow graves hears about this — price told laswell who told alex (poor thing was shocked to hear this, about price no less) who mentioned it to farah (equally appalled, if not outright searching for blood) who slipped it to graves.

and he was incensed. you never leave anyone behind, and graves would rather die trying than knowingly walking away with someone who’s relying on him.

so he gets his most trusted shadows, a group of four that could rival even the 141 if he was being honest (of course he’ll think that, he’s graves. his soldiers are nothing but the best.) and he sets out with his sights on you, his shadows scanning every inch of every facility that even vaguely looks like somewhere you might be tucked away.

and he finds you. he threatens his shadows within an inch of their life to get you out without fuckin’ this whole thing up. he make a jab at the 141, can’t fuck up more than they already did.

he leads the pack, putting himself first. his shadows will follow, ever the loyal dogs. they’ll die for him, as much as he would with them.

he’s as meticulous as he is brutal , with his hands bloodied and gun magazines empty, shells on the floor around his feet when he finally comes across you. you barely have any sense to be scared anymore, even if you should. death would be a mercy that your captors haven’t allowed you.

graves would snort if you called him anything close to an angel (savior, he’ll take), but he’s careful with you as he gets your binds undone, skin rubbed raw from your struggles, dirtied and broken and wanting it to be over already.

he’s careful as he brings you back to the ship, promises he shouldn’t make about keeping you safe, keeping you out of the wrong hands. you probably shouldn’t be so relaxed in his hold, if the stories the 141 told you are anything to go by. but he’s there when they aren’t, so you just let yourself rest for the first time in what feels like forever and tell yourself you’ll figure it out later.

[inkskinned]

am i gonna put you in the book acknowledgements am i gonna be able to say your name without flinching am i ever gonna get a word in edgewise am i ever gonna recover the time i spent with you. computer virus kid; i arrived in your life already begging to be let in. somehow insecure i could even be your friend. like you had a line outside the door and we were all shifting our weight, begging.

you're so fucking good at that - at making people feel like they need to earn you, like you're a commodity none of us can afford. no kindness or careful communication could work on you - you were so good at just going-ghost, about deciding someone just wasn't cool-enough. something about that is super ironic. even the parts of it that weren't romantic felt like a romance book. i wanted you to like me so badly i scrubbed myself clean just so you'd spare me - what. your favor? a look?

okay okay okay. it's just a friendship - if it was even true that we were friends, if you even saw me as someone you trusted. on reddit someone would tell me girl literally just cut her out of your life, it's not that difficult. even i was aware of how fucked up the whole situation was. like, why the fuck do i even care about your approval? you're like, not even that fun to be around. you are often a little bit cruel.

but for almost four years of my life, i thought i had found someone like me. somebody who liked the same things i do. someone who liked to read and who liked making jokes with esoteric references and who spent maybe too much time on the internet and who was absolutely a little bit pretentious. i don't know, something about that was powerful and addictive.

i keep thinking about our last conversation. about how i said - okay, enough is enough. you pushed me too far, you really hurt my feelings.

and how you laughed and said - you think you're the victim?

[berlingotesque]

So. The graphic novel, huh.

The artstyle is pretty good, I can’t deny it. Joey’s design is beautiful, very dilf-coded. Buddy looks… young. VERY young. He’s supposed to be 17 in Dreams Come To Life but somehow manages to look 12 ? Plus, I don't know how to describe it, but he looks very...angry ? Upset ? I don't think his bubbly, awkward personality appears much in the graphic novel, with his gaze being very...severe. He just looks weird, like a 40 years old in a child body. And Norman… Deep breath. His design is…no. Absolutely NOT it. I didn’t expected much but I still managed to be disappointed. I’ll wait until we get to see Sammy and Tom (especially) before expressing what I think is wrong with these designs but… yeah. I’m so sorry, Norman.

[toothlesshat]

As per my post yesterday

[askponyinuyasha]

@ask-inkheart: You have very pretty eyes! Like a kitty!

@tekbro: meows

Inuyasha: Tch, cats... I'm... more of a dog person.

[Edit: Forgot to add the read-more cut above the PNGs, whoops]

(High-res transparent PNGs below the cut)

Inkheart was especially fun to draw for me. I love her mane. It's serving 90s shojo anime protag. A little Mini Moon, maybe a little CCS.

Tekbro made me really fight to get a cat in the MLP style, because the cats that exist in canon all look terrible XD

[sandeewithtwoe]

“Did I win?”

In case you can’t read my writing:

Killer: Hey Ink, do you like games?

Ink: I *LOVE* games!

Killer: *does the knife game* (plz do not do this at home) Ok, your turn now *gives the knife to Ink*

Ink: *stabs himself with the knife*

[chitinleg]

[hersurvival]

I wake up throughout the night

From dreams of being

In the middle of the dessert.

The ocean.

Dead on the side of the highway.

Always trying to get somewhere.

Yet never getting out,

Never getting anywhere.

How do I find my way home

When I have nowhere to go?

@nosebleedclub June 24th - How To Get Home

[magnolia-sunrise]

the perfect tumblr ecosystem is my dear mutuals put knights sitting cuntily on my dashboard and i turn them into pics of medieval AU Wolfgang : )

[silliest-lad]

forgive me, i think i was in love with you for a little bit

[ragewrites]

[phoenix-inblue]

A practice sketch while I wait for a frame of my homework to render

[ponderingcomplications]

It is 163 miles to get where we are going your elbow is brushing mine on the middle console and I flinch in secret. I am still uncertain how a void grows but it must be spontaneous because in the morning, you could not be closer and by now, you cannot be further away. I can't make a poem out of this, there is the agony of heartbreak and the responsibility of staving it off until we are safe - we arrive home as strangers.